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Hesitantly he approached the wooden barrier. He lightly rapped on the door. She had just relieved herself of the fullness of petticoats from under the skirt of the dress. She pulled the pins holding up her hair as she approached the door."Who ees it?"She played.
"The shy sweet boy from downstairs."
She answered the door; her long blondes tresses spilling over her shoulders."Well hello there,"She greeted."Do come in."
Brian entered the candlelit room unsure of why he broke under their persistence when they never could break him before.
"Tell me something, Yvette isn't it tonight?"
"I am whoever you want me to be."
"All games aside, what if I didn't want to do anything other than talk?"
"Then that is all we shall do but I don't really see it in your eyes."
"How do you know what I am thinking?"
"You are a man. I do not need your eyes to be telling me what your pants already do,"as his slacks tented slightly at her provocative attire.
He knew she wasn't lying. He felt the temperature rising and it wasn't due to the candles lighting up the darkened room."Come wis me,"she led him to the four poster bed dressed in a royal blue comforter trimmed with gold fringe."Seet down mon ami,"she patted her hand on the bed. He found himself strangely following her instructions. She knelt down and slid each shoe from it's stockinged foot and followed by withdrawing each sock. She neatly placed the socks across the shoes before returning to his side.
"Do you wish to have a drink?"Yvette offered.
"Would you join me?"
"If it ees what you wish,"she carried on her role and poured champagne into the flutes set upon the bedside table. She returned with both glasses in hand. She handed him the glass."You are still nervous no?"she stood waiting for his invitation.

He took a sip."Please sit,"He responded.
"I don't know if I can do that. What would your wife think?"
He played along."She is on the other side of the house. She won't know a thing."
She softly placed herself next to him upon the bed.
"So what shall we drink to?"
"It is your night."
"To a long and wonderful evening,"once again addressing the plunge of her neckline.
She looked to her neckline and met his eyes on the way back up."It is okay mon ami,"She returned the champagne flutes to their place. He awaited her return. His aching muscle still striving for attention pressed against the somewhat solid material of his slacks took control of his impulses. As she rounded the corner of the bed, he pulled her body to his; slowly drawing her lips against his. The slight taste of champagne lingered upon his breath as she explored the inner workings of his mouth.
"Goodness me!"She breathlessly drew away from him. She turned away from him; pulling the length of her hair aside. He disconnected the apron string adorning the skirt of her dress and slowly slid the zipper down the length of her back. He pushed the material off her body; his hands lingering at every inch they adored along the way. Her dress pooled at her feet as she felt the heat of his lips press softly against her shoulders. He detatched the hooks supporting her full rounded bosom; his hands following the straps down her arms as his fingers laced with hers momentarily; the black lace imprisonment dropping to the floor. She turned back toward him; the candlelight casting a glow against her lightly tanned form. She reached to step out of her heels and he stopped her."Please don't,"his voice insisted.

"If you say so but you my friend are mighty overdressed for our little party,"she pulled the loosened tie over his his head replacing it around her neck. She presented herself with the view of his athletic form as she tripped each button apart. He drew her toward his bared skin with the reign of his tie. He latched onto the stiffening peak of her taut rosy nipple as she wrapped her fingers amongst his strawberry blonde strands. Her slight moan was muffled with the replacement of his mouth fully upon hers. She found herself struggling to remove the baby blue material from his upper body as their tongues fought a fiery battle within those confines. She finally won the battle before he eased her back against the bed. He traversed the length of her inviting form with a torrid trail of his tongue. He removed the black patch covering her softness; easing the lacy material inch by torturous inch down the length of her lower regions. He slid each heel off her delicate feet and returned to her desire soaked depths. He wound his tongue throughout the delicate region; curling his tongue into her depths. She sunk her fingers into the material of the comforter as he rolled the moistened jewel within his teeth. Her body succumbed to the first of many waves of pleasure. She eagerly greeted the flavor of herself upon his lips as she rolled him against the bed. She drove her way down toward the painful bulge confined within his slacks. She eagerly drove the material away from the protrusion as it sprung to life before her eyes. She hungrily slid between his thighs and eagerly devoured the prominently displayed arousal. She gloriously pumped it with the rhythm of her hand and mouth rolling to the same beat. He could feel himself quickly approaching that level and withdrew her ministrations as he pulled her to his level."Do.. you..?"he panted.

She knew what he wanted and reached across his body onto the bedside table for the foil covered object."This what you had in mind?"She waved it before him and returned to dress his sex with the latex object. Once covered, she provided the feel of her body upon his as she slid onto him. She felt him easing into a rhythm as their bodies seemed to conform to one another's in an erotic dance. She brushed the softness of her full bosom against the expanse of his chest; slightly taunting the flavor of his mouth to hers. He eased his body up under hers; his lips wrapping around her perfectly displayed nipples. He slowly eased her body back against the bed still a very immediate part of hers. Slowly, he took control of her. Her legs wrapped around his driving motion pulling him deeper within his rhythm as it continued to take control of her. His fingers wove amongst hers. The pattern of their hands imprinted on the bed as they became consumed within the depths of one another's pleasure. She felt his body spill upon her; a mere portion of the man he was before. It seemed eternities before he spoke."Do we have time for a little more fun Yvette?"
"I sinkz we have time for one more round,"she replied,slowly falling back into character knowing she'd be receiving that bonus for this one."And to think I thought you were going to be tough to break."
"Honey, you just started."